Divine - Lyrics

Belief & war running hand in hand, destroying all that oppose

Spreading death through the land.



Volunteering for wars provoked by your excuses hand

Marching towards a fake holy land, shedding blood with your pass.



Worshiping men long departed to grounds unknown.

You find your unexplainable easily explained

While disease is spread and many are dead,

Yet you clamed of a plan.



Belief & war running hand in hand, destroying all that oppose

Spreading death through the land.



You say I'll be left behind

While you meet the The Devine

Yet I keep a clean mind

& hope for a time when all will be shown

to erase from your mind this excuse,

The Devine.



Belief & war running hand in hand, destroying all that oppose

Spreading death through the land. Is this his plan?



If he's there he sits on a diamond chair

Laughing at you. As if he should care!

If I am wrong to say the fighting should end

Then I myself will raise an army & join the bloodshed.



Belief & war running hand in hand, destroying all that oppose

Spreading death through the land. Is this his plan?



Please oh Devine show us a sign

For my utterance of blasphemy I shall apologize

& if it were not a sin I would give my blood in a dish

& hope to be saved so I myself may eye you,

The Devine



I look across bloody plains

And see gods guiding bombs

& I see many place themselves in line

to meet him, The Devine.